Forsaken

Where has it gone,
all the light that was shone,
by my ancestors upon me.
Why can't I think,
deep Thoughts, on the brink
they stay, just the surface I can see.

Has narcissism taken,
why, why am I forsaken?
I can't see, oh I can't behold!
The light I see is but a sea of gold,
for which my soul I sold.